The Mentalist (National Poetry Writing Month)
Long weekend, dude, but got a gang of work done on ... well, let's put it this way: one thing happened today that is practically the test case for the sensibilities of Boobquake Day. The first episode of Ask Supasista, my wife's completely-NSFW video blog/satirical advice show. It truly speaks for itself (although I have already blogged about it).
Aw, I'm trippin' -- this is about the poetry! Let's do that ...
Reach for contemplationFinally, on a wholly unrelated note, never eat a 7-11 chicken salad sandwich. Trust me on that one. Argh. Moving on ...
finding only atmospheric void.
Considering consideration
quest for concepts, dreams,
even half-considered recipes might do.
Chasing something faster
never catching up
not writer's block, writer's slowed
falling into gasps
arresting forward motion.
Breathe.
Respiration links man to divinity
Labored intake of air
expels death with every word
everything begins with every nascent inhale.
There.
In still certainty of "stop."
Underneath eternity of second chances
embodied in rising and falling breastplate.
Ideas were waiting
for a moment to be still
a moment they could find you.
"Running Through My Mind"
By Hannibal Tabu
Playing (Music): "Think Of Me" by Lloyd
NOTE: Since this blog is automatically imported into my Facebook page, I apologize if you comment on it and I don't respond, as I am taking a sabbatical from social networking for 2010. So me not responding is not personal, I just won't see the comments ... until 2011. Maybe. Also including this disclaimer on blogs, but you're welcome to go to the blog itself and speak your mind, as I may look there ...
Labels: creativity, inspiration, napowrimo, poetry, writing
posted by Hannibal Tabu, The Operative at
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